He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

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𝙊𝙝 𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙚.. 𝙏𝙪 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙝𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙚.. 𝙈𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙗 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚.. 𝙅𝙖𝙗 𝙩𝙖𝙠 𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙖...♡~ 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴!! 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 "𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~ ~𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠..!! And then we realize that our love has no start or end because "𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺♡!! "कहते हैं प्रेम में रुकावटें होती हैं, लेकिन जब इश्क़ सच्चा हो तो रुकावटें ख़ुद ही रास्तें बन जाती हैं" Beyond the facade of physical beauty and superficial charm, In a world where attraction is often fleeting and skin-deep, Radhika and Sarthak's bond blossomed from the simplicity and purity of their connection. Radhika, a heart born to love Sarthak, saw her entire universe reflected in his eyes. Every glance, every whisper, every moment with him was a testament to her unwavering devotion. #1 in purity: 22 may 2025 #1 in bliss: 22 july

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 स्याही और सपने (𝐒𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞): 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! Namaste and स्वागतम् to स्याही और सपने, a book club unlike any other. Forget the bestsellers lists and the established names, here, we're all about nurturing the budding voices of India. We believe in the power of desi stories, told in our own voices, with the raw emotion and vibrant colors that only we can capture. Are you a writer breathing life into characters that mirror our society? A designer crafting covers that tell stories before the pages are even opened? Then you've found your tribe! स्याही और सपने is more than just a book club; it's a platform. We're a community dedicated to uplifting new and emerging talents writing and designing books exclusively in the Indian literary landscape. We delve deep into narratives rooted in our culture, exploring themes that resonate with us on a personal level, all while nurturing a supportive and encouraging environment. Here, we read, we discuss, we critique, and most importantly, we promote. We'll provide a stage for your work, connecting you with readers hungry for fresh perspectives and authentic storytelling. Whether you write in Hindi, or any other regional Indian language, if your heart beats with the rhythm of India, you're welcome here. Get ready to discover hidden gems, engage in lively debates (in Hindi and English, of course!), and connect with a community that understands your passion. So, grab a cup of chai, settle in, and let's embark on this exciting journey together. Your story deserves to be heard, and स्याही और सपने is here to help you share it with the world. Let the ink flow, and may your dreams take flight high in the blue sky!

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 Siya was built for purpose, her frame curvy and solid, her skin a rich, compelling dusky tone that glowed under the unforgiving Indian sun. Her confidence wasn't practiced; it was an innate spiritual buoyancy. She handled cash, complaints, and compliments with the same easy grace, her eyes sharp and assessing, missing nothing. Her life was an open book, written in bold, optimistic strokes. She was sunshine distilled, a force of nature entirely comfortable in her skin and her place, even as she dreamed of places elsewhere. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 Shashwat Chauhan carried his world with him, and it was a heavy one. He was the definition of controlled containment. At sixteen, his lean, muscular frame was not the result of village labor, but of frantic, disciplined gym work-a physical attempt to outrun the demons that clawed at him in the quiet hours. He was strikingly handsome, certainly, but his beauty was sterile, guarded. His jaw was perpetually clenched, his eyes-deep-set and intense-held the muted, faraway look of someone who had seen too much, too soon.

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀🍬˖°🍪 It's a love story about two school students Ishani Gupta and Preet Singhania . 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐀 Ishani Gupta is a straight A student who is really kind ,hardworking and beautiful .Who happens to be Perfect in everything. All the boys in her school are in love with her .But she has no interest in them as she doesn't even care about other boys . 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 Preet is "stunning"," breathtaking " and " carefree" . His beauty is almost otherworldly but her icy stare made it clear that he is not interested in anyone's attention ".Preet never cares much about feelings because of his past. They both have quite opposite personality .Their destiny took turn when suddenly Preet made a 𝐛𝐞𝐭. They were supposed to be enemies. Just rivals. Nothing more. But fate doesn't always follow the rules. Join this story of heartbreak, ambition, and unexpected love-where two opposites find a connection they never saw coming.What will happen when Ishani will start to fell in love with Preet? "I don't believe in love anymore Preet." "Then I'll teach you how to believe again Ishu." 𝐀 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞..!💕 --------------------------------- 💕𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐗 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ｡⁠.ﾟ𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 --------------------------------

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 The rain had always been an accomplice to their secrets. Ahaan, even at six, possessed an unnerving precision. His neatly combed hair, his crisp school uniform, the way he meticulously arranged his toy soldiers in perfect platoons - it all spoke of an inherent order. His mind, already a nascent calculator, quietly absorbed the world, categorizing, analyzing, seeking logical patterns. Mahi, a year younger, was his antithesis, a riot of untamed energy and effortless grace. Her hair, perpetually escaping its braids, framed a face that was already breathtakingly beautiful, even in its childish contours. She didn't walk; she flitted, a hummingbird caught in a sunbeam. But even then, a nascent wariness flickered in her dark, polished brown eyes. She was stunning, undeniably, but that profound beauty felt less like a gift and more like a magnet for unwanted attention. They were an improbable pair. Ahaan, the quiet observer, the meticulous strategist of childhood games, and Mahi, the vibrant, impulsive force of nature. Yet, they were inseparable. She would pull him into grand, imaginative adventures where he, with his logical mind, would build the structures and rules, while she, with her boundless spirit, would breathe life into them. Then, the rain stopped being an accomplice and became a shroud. Mahi was in the first standard, Ahaan in the second, when an accident ripped the vibrant tapestry of their childhood. The news arrived like a thunderclap - Mahi's mother, gone. The world, which had always seemed so meticulously ordered to Ahaan, suddenly fractured. He saw Mahi's usually bright eyes cloud over, her laughter replaced by a hollow silence.